Go get a volunteerWe'll pay him well my dearHe will see inside your mindBecause he is that kind

It's a southern kind of heatThe shadows crack and start to creepConversation drag its feetI wish we'd both been more discretLike light that it caught between night and dayYou're stuck between me and my

Well they love you when you're weakBet they hate you to see this winning streakIt's that thing we call controlThere's a deep frustrationBlack thoughtsThat are stuck between someone's earsLike me and my big idea